Dusting, Working, and other things I don’t want to do

Being a writer has it’s perks. You have a hidden cart of arsenal that no one knows about; especially when you are working a minimum wage job and not attending school full time. If you don’t tell anyone that you are a college graduate, a free thinker, a soul searching nomad of a human being you may as well be a high school drop out.

You have to assure folks that you are cool and hip (at least in the town you’re from). Okay so maybe you weren’t like the fucking coolest person in the world but you had goals, you had a tight circle of friends, you could throw a party and light a cigarette from time to time.

Then you reach an age where being unemployed and watching Maury and fighting to have a writing career in a world of freelancers and freedom writers (this is the name I am giving to writers who write for free in order to write about what they are most passionate about) makes your deprecation run even deeper and thicker than ever before. This is only worsened by the necessity to work a job. Therefore the horrible cycle begins.

About Me

"If music were the food of love than I'd be a fat romantic slob. Music it's my substitute for love." -Frank Turner
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” -Edgar Allan Poe
Brit & Tricia are both writers, who aren't from New York. They both like farmer's markets, loud music, and the occasional Marlboro Smooth on a long drive to some place important. This blog hopes to offer advice for 20 something life. Nothing more nothing less.
Tricia is a freelance journalist working out of Bluffton SC. Brit is an aspiring novelist out of Norfolk VA.
Mantra: Live for the now, love completely, feel openly and honestly, and always, always, always, jam out in your car.